The Female Master had called him handsome.
She had called him powerful.
Most importantly, she wasn't afraid of him.
She was praising him.
A wave of scorching heat surged from Vangar's chest straight to his face. A faint flush quickly spread across his features.
"I..." His lips parted.
He wanted to say something, anything, yet for some reason, his mind seemed to have been completely frozen, as though someone had suspended his thoughts with an ability.
Not a single coherent sentence would come.
Several long seconds passed before he finally managed to stammer out a response.
"As long as... I didn't scare you."
Rory couldn't help laughing at his reaction.
"Did you really think I was that timid?"
Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Did you think a little scene like that would frighten me?"
She wasn't afraid of killing.
Why would she be afraid of a few arrogant officials getting put in their place?
By now, Vangar had calmed down somewhat.
Looking at her, he spoke softly.
